In Memoriam: Cooper, My Buddy
Sadly, on October 23, 2006, Cooper passed away. He had been suffering since about 2004 from an arthritic hip. Thus, a few days before his death he was unable to stand and move from the lack of strength in his limbs. So it goes.

The Ol'Kunnel and His Best Friend: Cooper

Cooper became the Ol'Kunnel's best buddy in April, 1994, at the age of about three. This photo was taken on December 25, 1995. For all intents and purposes this is a current photograph as he hasn't changed in these five years. He's handsome, he's smart, and he still likes to sit on the Ol'Kunnel's lap. "I wouldn't take a million dollars for Cooper but, I would'nt pay ten cents for another just like him." Says the Ol'Kunnel.
One of the only good photographs I have of Cooper. He is terribly camera shy and this one was taken by a digital camera not requiring a flash. Cooper would search for any passing 'Indians' on my command. Here he is alert in his very being looking up and down the street for my enemies. (grin)
The chart is from a Doctors Foster And Smith catalog from whom the Ol'Kunnel purchases Cooper's canine supplies.
Even though Cooper is 16 years old (equivalent to 87 man years per chart on this page), he is still younger in spirit than the Ol'Kunnel although a bit achy in the joints. Cooper's slow pace now reminds me of a three-legged coffee table. We manage the pain with a canine buffered-aspirin.

aviation,chat,country,family,friendship,god,honor,music,mankind,military,opinion,fact,fiction,dog,war Every Thursday morning Cooper and I take Lorraine for her hair dressing appointment. Cooper looks forward to this as he gets a chance to sniff out the neighborhood and perhaps see a squirrel or two. This October morning was damp and a bit chilly and on the way back along came James Robinson of the Hanover Evening Sun newspaper who snapped this picture. This was displayed on the Local News page of The Evening Sun, Friday, October 22, 2004.


     Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to some one here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine. Our friends are warm and comfortable.
     All the animals who have been ill and were old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days gone by. The animals are happy and content...except for one small thing, they miss someone very special to them...the one who was left behind.
     They all run and play together until the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. It's bright eyes are intent. Suddenly it begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, it's legs carrying it faster and faster.
     You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands caress the beloved head and you look into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from hour heart....
     Then, you cross Rainbow Bridge into Heaven together.
     --Author Unknown
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----- Original Message -----

Cooper is neat - for a poodle, that is -> C:) I always suspected you were the type who owned one of those little, non-working, lap-sitting, grooming required, high pitched barking, one man (?) dogs!
The Ol'Kunnel responds...
Hate to tell you but, the preference for poodles is not ingrained in me. A friend of mine had two standard poodles (large) and after having Cooper (small) for a couple of years decided to give him to me. Cooper had bonded to me early on and so....
Cooper is a small standard poodle. When I took him in, ten or eleven years ago, he was about 27 pounds...and now is around forty pounds and 15 years old. He hasn't sat in my lap now for a number of years but I don't hold that against him. (grin) He may be a non-working dog but then, so am I. So, just consider him as retired.
As for grooming, he goes every five weeks for a shampoo, shave, and a haircut. At the same time Jeff, our favorite groomer, trims his nails and cleans his ears. In between times, I clean his ears as needed.
Cooper has a deep bark; and it is definitely not a yelp. But, he only barks at strangers on the street such as other dogs or people he has not met. Yes, he is a one-man dog and I am it...but, that doesn't mean he doesn't like every man, woman or child he meets as well as other dogs. Cats are another matter...he does not care for them. For that matter neither do I.
Now as for my canine preference... I would prefer a Kerry Blue Terrier... I once had a half breed -- half poodle and half Kerry blue... Smartest dog I ever met. But, that is another story. I will attach a photo of a champion Kerry Blue... They are said to be one-men dogs like Cooper... (grin)
In conclusion, I never wanted a dog because of the problems of keeping them in the home when I worked. They are more sensitive that some children and should never be left alone. But, now that I am retired I am happy that old Cooper keeps me company as I fool around with these computers and web sites. However, when Cooper goes to the happy canine heaven I won't be getting a replacement. Kerry Blue or dog will ever replace Cooper.
End of speech... now let's discuss something else.
Cordially, Bob....
05:20 2/10/2005
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